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A thread unravels from the edges of her old shirt in the dryer and winds tightly around the cuff of a stray sock, collecting bits of lint like a magnet. Cupping it in her hands, she decides it looks more like a ball of yarn she accidentally threw in the dryer than a...
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“I’m a little pencil in the hand of a writing God, who is sending a love letter to the world.”--Mother Theresa I can get so lost in how low the number of readers are or so preoccupied with my own worries and fears--you know the ones-- What would this side think of my...
I've started a new book. Well, I haven't exactly started to actually read it yet. Like starting at page one. I've been thumbing through it to decide if I really want to read a book with such a scandalous title as The God Who Smokes written by someone named...
Gathering the basket loaded with damp clothes and towels, I step out onto the patio. I stepped out barefoot knowing the risks, as stray twigs and abandoned bubble wands press into the soles of my feet. The path ahead is sketchier than the first few steps as I must...
The hurt's so heavy, but the waiting room's so full. There's not a chair in...
When’s the last time you've been truly desperate for something? A love...
Louis tells me I think too much. He’s probably right, but I was two...
How could I, who felt worthless, gain value? Whether it is pride or the...
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